"The WandererWhat is she like?I was told—she is amelancholy soul.She is likethe sun to the night;a momentary gold.A star when dimmedby dawning light;the flicker ofa candle blown.A lonely kitelost in flight—someone oncehad flown."
"Before I fellin love with words,with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first."
"Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again."
"Before I fellin love with words,with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first."
"Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again."
"You were you,and I was I;we were twobefore our time.I was yoursbefore I knew,and you have always been mine too."